The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

"Come in."

The tent was lit up, illuminating the entire tent, leaving little shadow for Delta to hide in.

However, any cover will create a shadow. When entering the tent, Delta's first step is to find a suitable shadow to hide in. If he is fast enough, he may not be noticed.

But Delta stopped moving.

She sniffed around and noticed that there were no other living beings besides herself in the entire tent.

Therefore, there is no need to hide.

"Ok?"

Delta, the blonde, mature vampire, surveyed the situation inside the tent.

There was a figure on the bed!

Delta was shocked, and at the same time somewhat puzzled.

Given the vampires' keen sense of smell, it would be very difficult for them to hide from Delta, but Delta indeed did not detect the presence of any other creatures inside the tent.

Moreover, even though I had been inside the tent for a while, there was still no movement from the person on the bed.

If someone breaks into your tent in the middle of the night, wouldn't you react at all? At the very least, you'd ask a couple of questions or do something, right?

It's unlikely that he was too sound asleep to notice someone breaking into the tent; the alternative is that he didn't smell any living creature. (Living creatures, when asleep, tend to relax their magical control, making them easier for Delta to detect.)

Delta has figured out the reason; all that's left is to confirm it...

Delta didn't back down at all, walking straight to the bed and pulling back the curtain.

"really……"

Delta clicked her tongue lightly: "Tsk..."

It's a battle of wits with the air.

Just as she had expected, the figure on the bed was not Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, but a crudely made mannequin that, if seen through the curtain, would be mistaken for a real person.

After such a long investigation, the final result was that Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, was not in his tent at all.

It's not entirely true that it was all for nothing.

“The intelligence gathered in the military camp should be accurate. At least the soldiers in the camp all believe that Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, is in this tent. In other words, he has escaped unscathed…” Delta, who had been busy for so many days, was extremely displeased: “There is no need to investigate any further.”

Go back and relay the news that Roderick Stiller, the Iron Wall King of the North, is not here.

Where did the Iron Wall King of the North sneak off to?

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The farmers, dressed in simple linen clothes and straw hats, carried wooden plows and moved slowly forward, their feet treading on the dew-moistened soil. The plowshares churned through the land with a dull thud, turning up patches of black earth.

"Are these all rye?"

Not far away, Gray watched the townspeople working and asked Aliceville a question.

With the new food ration distribution method in place, Alice is now free of worries and has the leisure to watch the townspeople work in the fields.

Alice Villa quickly replied, "Yes, bread is the staple food of the Westphalian people, and this land is not very suitable for other crops..."

During his inspection of the townspeople's work, Gray noticed yet another problem.

The crops are too limited.

Rye is only suitable for growing in cold regions, and the Kingdom of Westphalia is not entirely characterized by a cold climate.

Gray said helplessly, "Alright, let's leave it at that for now. I'll send you some sweet potatoes and potatoes to plant another day."

"Sweet potatoes, potatoes?" Alice was completely baffled by these two things. "What are they? Are they produced in large quantities?"

“At least those two are more adaptable to different environments and can be grown in most types of soil. As for the yield…” Grayton paused, “it will definitely be much higher than this unimproved rye.”

If it were high-quality rye from the western part of Earth in my previous life, the yield per acre wouldn't be worse than sweet potatoes or potatoes, but it would still have the disadvantage of poor environmental adaptability, let alone this kind of inferior rye.

Aliceville: "Uh..."

I don't understand, but what he said should be right.

Next time, if I can get the seeds, I'll try planting them.

"Ok?"

Aliceville saw Gray suddenly turn more than 180 degrees and look into the distance, and couldn't help but follow Gray's gaze.

But looking around, apart from the sky, the vast land, and the townspeople working—the usual sights—Aliceville didn't see anything noteworthy.

"What are you looking at?" Aliceville asked. "What's going on over there?"

Alice Villar saw that Grey's expression was calm, so there shouldn't be any bad news (like the Eight Princes' Rebellion).

“Oh…” Gray replied unhurriedly, “Didn’t you say you were waiting for someone to return from Moonshadow Territory? They’ll be here soon.”

Aliceville remembered something like that: "You... people from the Shadow Court?"

She wondered how Gray knew the person was almost there. Perhaps the Shadow Court had its own special means of communication?

Gray nodded and started walking. "I'll go pick her up."

"Wait," Alice called to Gray, "I'm going too."

After all, they were allies in the cooperation, and Aliceville wanted to learn more about the Shadow Court.

"Hmm," Gray responded, and walked away slowly (to him).

"Eh?"

Aliceville blinked and realized that Gray was no longer beside her and had run far away, so she quickly ran to catch up.

At this point, a very strange scene can be seen from a third-person perspective.

A man who appears to be strolling along is being chased by Alice Vil, who is running desperately behind him, and the distance between them is gradually increasing.

This was already a favor from Gray; he felt that Alice Violet could barely keep up at this speed.

In reality, catching up is indeed quite a stretch.

Gray had been in Moonshadow Territory, the Kingdom of Westphalia, for several days before Beta finally arrived to join him.

You can't blame Beta for being too slow.

Upon receiving news that Gray had departed from the Kingdom of Olmec, Beta immediately headed towards Moonshadow Territory, on the border between the Kingdom of Westphalia and the Kingdom of Olmec. Although Beta's pace was relatively fast among the Ten Shadow Attendants, he was still slow.

All I can say is that Gray acted too quickly; he's already been watching the townspeople's farming activities in Moonshadow Territory for several days now.

With connections to the Demon Lord's Familia and his own exceptional mental perception, Gray spotted Beta rushing towards them from afar.

But what about the two little unicorns?

Unicorns are magical beasts that are adept at using light-attribute magic. If Gray can sense Beta at the same distance, he can also sense that repulsive light-attribute magic.

Were they handed over to other waiters to look after?

After all, Beta is a servant of the Ten Shadows, and has a great responsibility, so he may not have much time to take care of the unicorn.